BURNT TO A CRISP by Veronica I understand it was an accident;
though I still can't believe you
burnt those cookies!
I was looking forward to them
but I'm glad you didn't get
hurt. Oh, well.
Christmas Poem Caroline Waking up in the morning With shivers down my back Seeing smiling faces In my home away from home Presents under my Christmas tree Shining from the Christmas lights I count 1, 2, 3 Just for me Slippers, Headphones, iPod I shout yippee Acrostic poem
A Big Sister
SpencerAn older
sister
Chasing me down the
street
Telling me to take a
bath
And me screaming
NEVER
BURNT TO A CRISP
by Veronica
I understand it was
an accident;
though I still can't
believe you
burnt those cookies!
I was looking forward
to them
but I'm glad you
didn't get
hurt. Oh, well.
Christmas Poem
Caroline
Waking up in the morning
With shivers down my back
Seeing smiling faces
In my home away from home
Presents under my Christmas tree
Shining from the Christmas lights
I count 1, 2, 3
Just for me
Slippers, Headphones, iPod
I shout yippee
Acrostic poem
John
J=jamming
O=odd
H=hugger
N=nice
DeGravelle
D=dude
E=eater
G=good
R=random
A=awesome
V=vocally disturbed
E=emotional
L=loves tater tot’s
L=loves games
E=egg lover